"This is a disaster. I've wasted a whole month waiting, only for them to test Zither Skills."
Many faces turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat formed on some of their foreheads.
Voicing their disappointment, they reluctantly stood up and walked out of the Hall of Talents.
In modern society, many people still studied calligraphy and painting, but very few also practiced Zither Skills.
Thus, in just a few minutes, the vast majority had left, leaving only about twenty people.
Among them were the three great talents of Ri Yue Xing.
Of course, Zhang Bin and Yang Yiyi didn't leave, but Yang Yiyi was very worried. She whispered into Zhang Bin's ear, "What should we do? I know how to play the zither, but I'm not good at it at all. I'll never pass."
